The Date
POV: Serenye
"Hold still," Lyanna commanded, wielding the eyeliner like a weapon. "I'm almost done."
I sat on the edge of my bed, trying not to blink as she worked her magic on my face. My room looked like a bomb had gone off in a clothing store. Rejected outfit options covered every surface, makeup scattered across my vanity, shoes piled in the corner. All for a date I didn't actually want to go on.
"I still can't believe Drake asked you out," Lyanna gushed for the hundredth time. "He's like, perfect boyfriend material. Hot, rich, sweet, and he's clearly obsessed with you."
"He's not obsessed," I protested, though she wasn't entirely wrong.
"Please. The man brought you coffee and pastries just because. That's obsessing." She stepped back, admiring her work. "There. You look
